Thanks, Consuela. All moved to the proper place. (Just wasn't thinking.)
Look, you got a little stabbed the other day. That's bound to make anyone a mite ornery.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
victor infante - Feb 06, 2004 3:32:04 pm PST #7220 of 10000
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Dana - Feb 07, 2004 6:58:15 am PST #7221 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
New chapter of the Ares and Aphrodite story.
Michael Samuelle picked up a copy of Homer's ‘Illiad’* as Nikita wallowed in the promise of creating durable memories with the man she had traveled through time with. However, Michael was more interested in reading about Ares’ ‘bad publicity' than playing ‘nail the goddess’ with his lovely wife. So as Michael’s preoccupied hands wondered the length and breath of the woman’s pliant form, he read in a hush to her.
"…drove the sword against the lower part of Ares' belly wounding the god and tearing his fair flesh, Ares let forth a yell as loud as the war-cry of nine thousand battling men. The Achaeans and Trojans quaked with terror at that appalling cry and like the column of black air that issues from the clouds when a tornado springs up after heat, the Brazen War-god whirled up to heaven in a welter of haze."
The asterisk after "The Iliad" is linked to a footnote that reads:
* I am paraphrasing.
And, for the non-French speaking among us, there are also helpful translations:
Michael smiled a knowing smile for this was the catharsis. “Kita, do you want to go to the sofa? Perhaps it is time to start to right those wrongs you talked about. We need to get snared by your husband’s net and taken in front of the Olympian gods.”
And hand in hand the couple walked over to the sofa where their story had started to unfold and history was about to repeat itself… the components of love and appropriate sexual fantasies and accomplishments were about to be merged by the authors and perhaps the dernier chapitre (last chapter) rewritten by the authors or perhaps here was the first happily ever after.
Elena - Feb 07, 2004 7:00:15 am PST #7222 of 10000
Thanks for all the fish.
I'm just ...
It's ...
I have no response for this.
shrift - Feb 07, 2004 7:09:28 am PST #7223 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I have no response for this.
Does the smugness come through? Because, for me, that's the worst part.
Elena - Feb 07, 2004 7:12:59 am PST #7224 of 10000
Thanks for all the fish.
I did feel condescension from it.
Dana - Feb 07, 2004 7:14:35 am PST #7225 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Hee. And from the Smallville side of the spectrum:
Clark was my cock's own personal Dr. Frankenstein.
Katie M - Feb 07, 2004 7:14:35 am PST #7226 of 10000
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
"nail the goddess"?
Am-Chau Yarkona - Feb 07, 2004 7:16:50 am PST #7227 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
When Book Porn Goes Bad.
Edit: As for the SV, well... I wrote Vamp!Lex, but Frankenstein'sMonster!Cocko'Lex (I assume it is Lex. Please let it be Lex.) is... terrible.
Even Zombie!Cocko'Lex might be better.
shrift - Feb 07, 2004 7:23:10 am PST #7228 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
BTW, Dana -- this morning it was demanded of me that I produce a drabble for the You-Know-What. Therefore, insent.
Dana - Feb 07, 2004 7:24:56 am PST #7229 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Huh. Is the you-know-what what I think it is? Because if so, I'm gonna laugh...